Why I Dance

When I dance, I don’t want to be doing anything else.

Try as I might to suppress my feelings, I’m an emotional human being. And dance lets me express myself.

I started dancing more in high school. So many moments of my life are dance related.

I remember the highs, times where all I wanted was to dance in my living room. The world and its worries would fall away.

I remember the lowest points, times where I didn’t feel like dancing at all. When I don’t, it’s like I have a million emotions bottled up inside, and I can’t release any of them.

I honestly would not be the person I am today if I didn’t dance.

I don’t even want to think about the decisions I might’ve made if not for music and movement.

Dance taught me how to love my body. Moving forced me to listen to my heart and my head, my arms and my legs.

I dance because I need a creative outlet that’s not writing. I love both. In a way, I get to work out my body and mind.

I dance because I feel good before, during, and after I do.

Dancing helped me cope healthily with some unhealthy issues.

I dance because I love it. I know I’m not the best. I don’t have perfect technique. But I feel like the best version of myself when I’m doing it.

Dancing · Reading · Writing

Why Halloween Isn’t A Big Deal To Me

Happy Halloween

Even as a kid, October 31st for me wasn’t that different from any other day of the year.

I always wanted books, not candies.

I’m a reader.

I get to pretend to be whoever I wanted, whenever I wanted.

I’m a writer.

I don’t want to buy more costumes because my wardrobe is full of them.

I’m a dancer.

But there is something I always make a big deal of…


Happy writing and crying.

Dancing · Writing

World Ballet Day

It’s October 1st. Meaning we’re one month away from NaNoWriMo. Meaning we get to celebrate the wonderfulness that is ballet.

As much as I love words and writing them, I also love dance. Watching people perform, moving to music, dancing all day.

So you best believe I danced today.

I hope you write and dance every day or at least, as often as you can. Both bring so much joy to my life.

If you go in with an open mind, you’ll be surprised at what you’re capable of.

Blogging · Dancing · Writing

The Silver Lining In Injuring My Ankle

It’s not my wrist. So I can still write and blog without crying out in pain.

I haven’t danced in two days (feels more like two weeks), but that isn’t the end of the world.

This reminds me of a post I did a while back entitled Silver Lining. And by a while back, I mean over two years ago. Time passes by quickly when all is fit and fine.

I hope your wrists and ankles are okay. And if they aren’t, I hope they get better soon.


3 Gift Ideas For Writers

Christmas is a week away. It is inching closer with every passing day. Even if you don’t celebrate Christmas, giving a writer a gift is the perfect way to get them to write you into their next novel. Or not.

Here are three gifts to get a writer this holiday season…or any day you feel somewhat rich.

  1. The next book (or twenty) on their reading list. Even better, an autographed copy.
  2. An up-to-date reference book on anything from the causes of El Nino to Siberian tigers. OK, that’s a lie. Think more along the lines of a grammar guide or style book. A writer can never have too many of those.
  3. A caboodle loaded with writing goodies. Anybody who believes caboodles are only for dancers is clearly not a writer.

What are you getting the writer(s) in your life?

Dancing · Personal Reflection · Writing

The Problem With Being A Writer And A Dancer

Writing ruins my hands.

Dancing ruins my feet.

At least I still have my face.

Personal Reflection

Two Types Of Pain

As far as I am concerned, there are two types of pain in this world. Pain that I can handle. And pain that I can’t.

Examples of pain I can handle:

  • Rejection. From strangers. From editors. From boys.
  • Criticism. Of my dancing. Of my writing. Of my blog.
  • Hate. So what if you hate me? It really makes no difference if you’re not on my side. So hate all you want. Then again if you’re kind to me, you can expect the same in return.

Examples of pain I can’t handle:

  • Back pain. As a dancer, my back is just as important as my feet. It’s hard to move, much less dance, when your back hurts. Yes, I am speaking from experience. Never again please. Now I’m afraid to grow old. I want to be able to dance forever.
  • Stomach pain. It’s hard to be creative when my stomach is complaining. And not just complaining from hunger. Or from eating too much. When I say stomach pain think giving birth pain.
  • Brain pain. Headaches, migraines, whatever. Brain pain is unbearable pain. More so if you happen to be a writer.

Clubs And Teams My High School Is Missing

Talking to students from other schools got me thinking. Why does my school (MCI) lack so many clubs, committees, teams, etc? I’ll list a few of them below.

Newspaper committee. 

To be fair my school had one which lasted all but half a year give or take. Don’t quote me on that. Long story short: some grade 12’s decided to start a club they weren’t even passionate about. Hence the non-existent, sorry excuse for a newspaper committee. Anyway, a friend of mine was reading her school’s newspaper today. Another friend who goes to a different school mentioned they had one too. Which reminded me all too clearly why my high school does not have a proper newspaper. The wonderfully committed grade 12’s abandoned the project halfway through. My friends wonder why I don’t start it up.  My answer: half the school is not literate enough to read anything I write. Now that’s something you can quote me on.

Football team.

I commend our school for having many sports team, but one day, I asked about (the one team my school is missing) football. The teacher told me it was an expensive sport. Even if funds were a problem, football can’t be that much more expensive than any other athletic team. Also, I can’t help but think of every single movie and book which features a high school football team. Then again, real life is never like the movies.


Only because I think cheer and gymnastics is so much fun to watch. And dance because it’s dance. I’m a dancer. I love dancing. How can you not love dancing? Even if my school didn’t compete competitively, I think it would still be fun to have a cheer, gymnastics or dance team. What’s the problem with that?